A witch lives here with her cats and she gives out the best candy apples every Halloween. All the kids pretend to be frightened because it's more fun to pretend though she is a very nice witch. It's the one house not covered in eggs or toilet paper by the little na'er do wells on Mischief Night. Some swear they've seen the brooms on the porch zoom to life, others say the pumpkins glow with a supernatural quality compared to most jack-o-lanterns in the neighborhood. Some swear they've heard the pumpkins even talk. Either way, climbing the porch to ring her doorbell is the most electrifying feeling a child will experience growing up in this town, though the amnesia of adulthood will dull the memory to superstition in their minds. 🐈‍⬛🔮